Amelia
I didn’t think much of Owen’s “diplomatic mission” that I’d be tagging along with until he gave me more details at dinner the night before.
A meeting with the Sun Warriors was a completely different situation. The last time I saw them, they were attacking us. Granted they might not have attacked me if they knew I was human, but I didn’t appreciate the fact that they didn’t stop to ask before charging.
The whole thing made it hard to sleep last night.
Now we’re walking through the hunting grounds that have been off-limits since the Hunting Competition was ended early: me, Owen, Isaiah, and another guard I’ve seen in training named Wesley. Wesley doesn’t seem quite as comfortable in the presence of a human as Raleigh and Owen are, but he’s huge, even in human form. I can see hi
